CHAPTER 371: CHAPTER 17: POWERLESS (PART 3)

On this hot and stifling afternoon, the sentry on the wall felt a chill run through his heart.

Not long after, Mayor Aik of the town, accompanied by a few grim-faced leaders, hurried to the edge of the wall.

He snatched the binoculars from the sentry’s hands and aimed them at the lifeless convoy outside the town, squinting as he carefully observed for a long time.

The other leaders also craned their necks, trying to see clearly what had happened.

After confirming that the armed personnel on the highway were indeed all dead, the mayor turned towards the bewildered sentry with a face ashen with anger and asked urgently, "Where are the attackers? How many were there? Where did they go?"

The sentries on the wall exchanged puzzled glances, then collectively shook their heads, like drumming on a wooden fish.

"No one, Mayor. Besides the dead soldiers in the convoy, we didn’t see anyone else show up. They... they didn’t know how they died, just suddenly collapsed."

The unknown always breeds fear, much like encountering a ghostly incident.

The mayor and several leaders only knew that the mysterious "Holy Light" organization was involved, but they couldn’t understand how it happened.

Logically, Major Fleming’s unit shouldn’t have died so disgracefully.

How could the other side silently and effortlessly wipe out a motorized platoon of well-trained professional soldiers?

Yet the brutal reality was before them, causing the town’s leaders to again overestimate the power of "Holy Light," filled with deep dread.

Mayor Aik turned around and commanded his subordinates, "There are seven or eight soldiers from that motorized platoon in our town, immediately send people to control all of them and disarm them!"

Then the mayor gritted his teeth and cursed, "And detain those ’Holy Light’ people too, don’t let a single one escape!

If Major General Borg of the ’Garrison’ pursues responsibility, they’ll be the perfect scapegoats, we’ll just say it was them!"

This idea seemed good, and the leaders on the wall answered loudly, preparing to turn and execute the mayor’s orders.

At that moment, a low, dense buzzing sound came from outside the wall, not loud but exceptionally clear, standing out in the quiet air.

The mayor turned his head in confusion, seeing a few palm-sized micro-drones leisurely glide over their heads like ghosts, silently entering Farmville Town.

The sunlight reflected on their small bodies, giving off a faint glow, like a group of unknown insects.

"They’re ’Black Hornets’!" an experienced town leader exclaimed from the crowd, "I saw these before in a documentary, it’s a product of a Norwegian company, first purchased by the US Army!"

"The convoy outside the town... were they taken out by this contraption?" another town leader questioned heavily, "This thing looks like a toy, how could it kill?"

"It can." Mayor Aik looked at a micro-drone passing slowly before him with a complex expression and, compelled by a mysterious impulse, reached out and grabbed it lightly.

The micro-drone, weighing just tens of grams and made mostly of lightweight plastic with very weak power, was effortlessly caught by the mayor.

The leaders, who were initially doubtful and wary, instantly grew curious, gathering around and chattering about the small flying device.

Someone closely inspected the drone’s body and pointed out the hard-to-read block letters on it, exclaiming, "This isn’t US Army equipment! Look, it’s made by... ’Dongda’!"

"That’s normal, what’s so surprising about it? ’Dongda’ makes everything electronic, from phones to missiles, so what’s impossible?"

"But what if these things are used to attack us? Look, not just one or two flew over, but a whole swarm!" the previously exclaiming leader now had a worried expression.

"Are we still detaining that batch from ’Holy Light’? What if we anger them? They can silently wipe out a platoon, definitely not to be trifled with." someone started hesitating.

"Forget it, those ’Warthog’ attack aircraft they have in the sky aren’t something a small town militia like us can handle.

If they get enraged and drop some incendiary bombs, the several hundred people in town would have no way out and could only wait to die."

The discussions among the crowd grew louder and more anxious, stirring Mayor Aik into a state of irritation and disorder.

He suddenly stomped his foot, cursing, "What has become of this country? What can small forces like us rely on?!